I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.

one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus "Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.

I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.